I'm jealous because I'm not your favorite
I miss my mom
I want you to hug me and kiss me on the forehead and tell me I'll be okay.
I miss how things used to be
I feel shitty about school
I don't like school
I want to be more independent
I don't want anyone to judge me about my anxiety and depression
I want you to stop telling me to stop taking prozac because you've known me six months but depression's known me over six years and it knows I'm not strong enough yet.

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